Birth and rebirth.

Here's a recent phone conversation with my sister Rosie.
Rosie: Did you see the photos I sent you? That’s the castle we want to get married in.
Me: It looks lovely, but . . .


I think someone did some graffiti on it.
Rosie: Ha, ha, Rach. Yeah, they got these Brazilian graffiti artists to do a mural on one side. Isn’t it great?
Me: What? Seriously, I thought that was photo shopped. The Queen let them do that?
Rosie: I suppose so. Or the Earl of Glasgow did, anyway. It’s his castle.
Me: Blimey.
Rosie: Yup. Britain’s changed. Even the climate’s changed. Scotland’s now Hotland.
Me: Wow. Cool. Well, it totally makes sense as a venue for you. (It’s posh and arty.) I love it.

P.S. Yes, my sister is really putting a crimp in my political career. She's due 9/27/08.